This poem is inspired by the work of LadyDelwynne, which you can find here on deviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/ladydelwynne
Hard on a Breton's gloaming day
When seabirds cry a rude-worked lay
To fill what's left of lowering skies,
A Celtic maiden mingles sighs.
The sea beats out a simple song
Of years long past and days long gone.
She strays on rocks that part the sea
As bulwarks built in Brittany.
She gazes past the stalking waves
To where the Romans make men slaves -
To England's green but ravaged shore
Where freeborn men are free no more.
For there enwrapped in foreign wars
Her lover wields for others' scores
A sword once blessed by Arthur's hand,
For stranger in a stranger's land.
For tyrant's sake she left withal
'cross water then and home to Gaul.
To save her life he bade her go
When winds were soft and seas were low.
At first for months and then for years
She kept her vigil, fought her tears.
She spoke these words when words were few,
"Even in Death, I'll wait